This Is My Life. This Is My Song. I'll Fight The Powers That Be.

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo had started regular patrolling in earnest when he wasn't trying to spend the night with Stephanie. It felt good to get the suit on. It covered his scars well and he had added a little protection to the spots where a sword had run straight through his body. In addition to his normal patrols, he used what little superhuman power he had to keep tabs on what Sebastian Shaw was doing. Since he could listen to things at a distance and fine tune his hearing from there, he tried to be careful not to blip on any of Shaw's cronies' radar.

Though that was where he picked up Shaw had put a bounty on Marcelo Alencar da Silva's head. The target wondered if this was the first time the same man had bounties on his head for two separate identities. He doubted it, but he liked to think he was pioneering in some way.

Ignoring the tabloid stories about him and Stephanie being on the rocks was easy enough since Marcelo didn't read tabloids nor did he have a secretary who did anymore. It was harder to ignore Helena when she scheduled a visit with him during office hours. The hour-long visit started pleasantly enough. It actually lasted that long because despite his small, almost heartfelt prayers, no business came up to interrupt the visit with his ex. It turned slightly awkward when she started sounding out if the tabloid reports were true or if Stephanie had gone to rehab or something of the sort. Then it got into well-controlled infuriating when Helena casually brought up some information she gathered about the time Stephanie and Marcelo weren't together. Marcelo was more than happy to escort Helena from his office after the hour was done.

He wasn't quite sure what the future had in store for him, but the Brazilian billionaire figured everything but the impending wedding would give him a headache at the very least.

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[ngm_villains]

Two of the thugs ended up falling to the ground after packages were tossed at them. The others managed to block that attack and continued to try and stay close to Marcello. The man was quicker than they expected, and managed to avoid some blows, while creating distance between the group and himself.

Perhaps they should have asked Shaw for more money...

[vesper_verde]

"If you're what he sent, I might have to teach the caralho de asa a lesson on flunkies." He tried to keep his voice light despite the stabbing pain in his kidney. He kept his swaying dance motion going. He did not want to be an easy target to multiple men.

He feinted an attack at one thug and did a broken cartwheel kick at another.

[ngm_villains]

That kick knocked one of the thugs out cold. With one out for the count and four active, Marcello was doing a good job of taking them out! His dance motion confused one of the thugs, while the others continue to try and take him down with brutal attacks. This man was not staying still, and each strike made appeared to miss him, now.

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo tried not to use his capoeira as a general rule. Back in Brazil he was known as a master, but here in the States the distinctive fighting style was supposed to be known as Vesper's. However, when dealing with a group of men wanting to kill him, Marcelo was not going to be so picky.

He danced his way out of another round of attacks. He ducked below a swing aimed at his head to perform a meia lua de compasso dupla. With his hands on the ground, Marcelo hopped off with both legs. He delivered a spinning kick with both legs in the air aimed at the thug's head. He landed quickly on both of his feet to spring away.

[ngm_villains]

And then there was one. Marcello's kicks and wide range attacks were incredible! They were things that the thugs were not prepared for or trained to handle. They were told to just go kill the lover of Shaw's daughter... not this!

The last thug standing was moving slowly, trying to find an opening for a punch or kick. But the man kept dodging. Eventually, the lone thug was tired out from trying to land a single blow to Marcello. He was jsut standing there, trying to catch his breath.

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo feinted a kick and then backed up. "Why don't you run back to your employer and tell him you failed. I'll at least let you live without brain damage to do that."

He was joking, but it was not like he figured the thug knew that.

[ngm_villains]

The thug was pretty sure that Marcelo was serious. Dead serious. He ran off like the coward he was, leaving behind four fallen comrades. Of course he was foolish to think Sebastian Shaw would let him live after giving his report... but these guys were not terribly smart.

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo straightened up and looked at the four unconscious bodies on the ground. He made a disgusted noise and pulled the keys out of his pocket. Then he went to pick up his packages and call the authorities to pick these men up.

This would be an interesting thing to tell Stephanie while tiptoeing around the reason the thugs had come after him. "Shaw, you're just giving more reason to take you down."